In the dead of the night when all my reason leaves me,
Not nothin’ not no one but all the voices tease me.
A crisis of thought and a sudden bout of faith.
I want to cry out cause not even my mind is safe.

Not awake but not sleep’n.
Solid states are not keep’n.
Inward corners start creep’n.
Who will keep me from seep’n?

With eyes closed the faces are all changing,
A turn of the head to see good and evil rearranging.
I see the little girl who smiles then gasps.
With eyes wide points at him and he laughs.